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To the wind, dance and song.
A desire as old as tale, to have and hold forever.
Throughout life and beyond death.
I used to fly high before
Anchored to bruises and scars
We just jump and skimp about.
Age
The embers of your eyes, thaw my heart and summon my smile.
Here and now, our little death.
Treasure lies idle in these unthreaded paths.
A gift for the long suffering mind, further beyond the fold, the bend.
Steaming towel against skin,
Cold shinny metal choking my finger
Salt streams rushing down the fall
The portal to home.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
and the wind whistles.
Selfless souls laying lives on the line
Unprepared for what awaits us
Chaos sweeps us off our feet
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